All entries for Wednesday 13 April 2005
April 13, 2005
I wrote this after I'd been to see Edward Bond's Lear at the Crucible, Sheffield. Let me know what you think!
Time is of the essence.
Consuming, all important.
It runs through our bodies like water,
A never ending stream,
Continuing ahead of us and trickling a
Crooked path in the sand of our lives.
We are reaching the edge where the water grows salty and
Spray stings my eyes and I cry
For the years I wasted and the love I lost
In a waterfall of blood,
Her heart in my veins, her liver in my hands.
There is blood stained on my skin and I
Cannot wash it off,
A stone on the path and I stumble
I have reached the end of the sea and
I drop off into an oblivion
Of everything there ever was and
Ever will be and I stay,
Moving downwards and up to a sky
That is no longer there.
The water is gone and I’m thirsty
As I hear a shot, alone in the dark.
“None shall ever see so much, nor live so long”.